A/N: DISCLAIMER! I do not own Slenderman nor the myth or the whole works that comes with him. I only own the witting in this story and the characters that appear BESIDES Slenderman.

Black Friday

It was dark. That was the only thing the girl noticed as she ran through the woods with tears running down her cheeks and blood seeping from her scraped knees. She had tripped on a protruding root within the ground while she was running between the dark spaces of the dense trees. What she saw had frightened her to the point of fleeing without getting a good look. While in her fear she also neglected to watch where she was placing her feet.

She wasn't even supposed to be out in these woods, let alone be near them. Her mother had told her that it was not safe and that if she wandered into them she would be grounded for a very long while. Her curiosity though got the better of her that day.

Oh how she hated the feeling of chills running down her back and the sensation of someone staring into her being. It drove her mad and made her all the more frightened as she headed toward the unexpected edge of the forest. Her home was located conveniently dead center in the country where coyotes and wolves would tend to hang out. The only town located near-by was a twenty minute drive.

Light? It couldn't be. It was the bright moonlight that the girl saw leak between the trees. Her hopes sky-rocketed with the feeling of her heart jumping up into her throat. She was going to make it, or so she thought.

Just as the little girl was about to hit the treeline a tall figure appear out from behind one of the trees and stood in the girls way. What the girl saw made her stop in her tracks and stare up at the figure with wide, terrified eyes. He was at least nine feet tall and had the longest limbs she had ever seen. His long, slim figure was adored by a snug fitting business suit along with a black tie against his chest. His height alone made the girl tremble, but that wasn't what made her blood run cold. It was his face. The lack of one, that is. His head was completely blank like a fresh canvas that had yet to be panted on. The only thing that could be noticeable was the shadows his cheeks and brows castes along his pale white skin. A outline of lips could be seen on the spot where his mouth would be. These 'lips' were up-turned the slightest bit in a ghost of a smile.

The girl trembled heavily as she gazed into the shadowy voids where his eyes should have been. She was paralyzed by fear now as long black tendrils began to appear from behind the slender mans back.

Do not fret, little one. I am not here to harm you. A booming yet soothing voice echoed within the girls head, causing her to whimper softly.

"M-Mommy told me t-to not talk to strangers…" her voice trembled as she now stared at the large black tendrils that loomed over her tiny form.

I can assure you, little one, you are no stranger to me. Before the girl knew what was happening, the tendrils rushed toward her and the world faded to black.

Just as quickly her world faded away, a new one appeared as she let out a scream and sat up in her bed. She shook violently as she sat there, older now than what she was. The sound of an alarm clock screeching at her was heard as her mind began to come to.

It was only a dream.

The now nineteen year-old girl sat in her bed with a groan and rubbed her mildly aged face softly. Her head turned to look over to the digital clock with irritation as it read "6:30" and continued to scream at her at an annoying pitch.

"Good-morning to you too," she mumbled. She shifted herself to sit on the edge of the bed after heaving her legs out from under the covers and over the side of the bed.

She was fairly built with a tone figure and reasonably sized arms. All her curves were in the right places and her figure was one that most would favor. However, her figure was lacking one important addition; her bust size. She was just shy from being a size A. The young woman was like this starting at the age of thirteen and stayed that size as she progressed through her years. Her body had filled out and lost its innocent look and traded in for a much more suitable mature and fuller figure. Short black hair adored her head as it was her natural hair color. People would always comment on how dark it looked and how her striking green eyes clashed with the colour. Her friends had came to decide to nickname her Jet because of how 'jet' black her hair was.

Jet finally reached over to the alarm clock and silenced its annoying bickering and slowly rose off of the bed. It was now 6:35 A.M. .

"At this rate mom is going to wonder why I am not up and dressed yet," Jet spoke quietly to herself and began to dress herself.

Her usually attire would have been a t-shirt, hoodie, snug fitting jeans, and skater shoes, but this was months ago now. It was mid-winter now and rolling on through November. Jet slowly pulled on her clothing after getting the clothing together out from the drawers. She was now clothed in deep blue jeans, a black Red band long sleeved shirt, and a dark blue Walmart workers coat.

"Come on, hun! You're going to be late for your shift!" A more aged female voice called out from down stairs of the place Jet and her mother called home.

"Coming, Mom!" Jet called out after pulling on her black workers boots and tied them up tightly and quickly.

She and her mother both knew that she would be early by ten minutes, but she couldn't stand the thought of just barely making it on time. Jet came storming down the stairs with her boots drumming against them as she went.

"Cathie, I thought I told you about having your work boots on in the house!" her mother almost whined with irritation as she prepared two pieces of toast with peanut-butter on them.

"Sorry, Mom. I'll leave them next to the door this time," Jet apologized quickly and accepted the toast from her mother.

After preparing for work and putting back the two pieces of toast, Jet and her mother made their way to the stunning BMW SUV and hopped into it and its warm embrace. Her mother had turned on the car twenty minutes prior to Jet waking. The vehicle soon backed out of the snowy parking spot and began to make its way down the drive way and off toward the direction of the town. Little did they know that a tall, looming figure watched them leave from within the dense treeline.

The ride was quiet on the way to the town where both her and her mother worked. Usually they would be roaring about how early they put the Christmas music on or about how people would have decorations up already. This time though there was silence. It almost made jet uneasy as she looked to her mother and stared at her.

She then opened her mouth and spoke. "Will you be coming by to pick up some things?" She questioned quietly.

Her mother turned her head as she spoke and then shrugged lightly. "Probably. Heaven only knows your brother will want a new iPad Mini for Christmas."

Jet's brother was quite the tech-geek. She herself also loved technology, but she didn't stride for it like her brother did who was now in collage. Jet could have easily followed in her brothers footsteps but instead she decided to wait for a while and earn some money before leaving the nest. Jet couldn't stand to leave her mother's side and leave behind her amazing cooking skills. Jet was one of those kids who could cook Kraft Dinner and ruin it in the end without even trying.

"Aw... but I wanted the iPad Mini..." Jet whined and got an amused smirk from her mother and in return getting a giggle from herself.

The two of them continued their path down the highway toward the town and both began to sing with Jingle Bell Rock on the radio.

A/N: WELP, this is my first official Slender fanfic (and the first fanfic I will ever post)! I thought about this idea while I was at work and I could help to pursue the idea. So feel free to look this over, give me ideas, tell me what I need to improve on and let me know what you think! (God this chapter looks so small compared to writing in Microsoft Word!)